The reason for my long absence: My computer crashed. Yeah. Downloading all that free music off the internet has come back to haunt me. But the good news is I've had more than enough time to right the next couple of chapters. So there should be a new chapter every week or so, at least for a while.

Lovino's POV

I walk in to the world meeting with a scowl on my face. The tomato bastard is sitting next to my usual seat. Great. Definitely not sitting there.

Instead I sit down next to a blonde country carrying a bear. I don't think I've seen him before. I wouldn't even have realized he was there if he hadn't started humming.

"So if I survive then I'll see you tomorrow," he murmured to no one in particular. What a weird thing to say, even if they're just song lyrics. I look around and no one else seems to notice him. In fact now that I think about it, no one has so much as looked at this guy the entire time we've been here. Maybe I'm going crazy. I mean he's got a frickin' polar bear for crying out loud.

"Well I guess no one's going to notice me again this year, Kuma." He looked up with a smile on his face. It wasn't creepy, just sad like he was disappointed or something. "Maybe if I die this time they'll come looking for me."

Okay, wait. Die? That's some pretty messed up shit. I can't tell if this guy is real or not. If he is then…. Even though he's gotten up and starting to leave, no one has looked at him. There's no way this guy's real. And even if he was he's not my problem anyway. It's probably best if I just forget about him.

"Dammit, Feliciano!" I screamed at my brother. "Why the hell did you invite the tomato bastard into our house!"

"Eh?" He said coming into the room. "You mean Spain? He offered to make pasta!" Stupid Veneziano. I tell him this and he starts crying. That's what he gets for inviting that damn bastard into our house.

"Oh, come on, Lovi." Great now he's talking. "I brought some tomatoes and was going-" the asshole didn't get to finish because his stupid phone started ringing. Of course he picked it up and started talking, not even bothering to apologizing for being in my house.

"Wait, Francis calm down…. What?!" I wanted to tell him to get out, but Feliciano was busy blubbering about how he just wanted me to be happy and eat some pasta. "Mon Ami, I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Ve?" Shut up Feli, he's about to leave! "But I thought you were going to make some yummy pasta!"

"I would, accept I don't think Francis should be alone right now. His son just tried to kill himself."

"What! Why would America do that?" I'm curious now too. Dammit I can't kick him out.

"It wasn't America. It was his other boy. His name… I think it's Matthew. He's supposed to be Canada or something." I didn't know France had two sons. I guess it's kind of hard to compare with a brother like that.

"I've never seen this bastard before." Veneziano was nodding vigorously trying to make up for inviting Spain over. I'm still mad at him.

"He's a quiet guy. But he's got blonde hair like France's and wears glasses. He looks a lot like America." Wait a second that sounds like someone I've seen before. No way, that guy…!

"Does.. he have a pet polar bear or something," I asked. He sounds like that guy from before. Maybe I wasn't just imagining things.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, he does."

Oh shit. Then then that means… I knew… Dammit.

Me: You screwed up Romano. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll forgive you.

Romano: Shut up bastard *punches in face*

Me: Ow! Why Romano! Now you will never get repentance!

Romano: Oh really?

Me: Just kidding. Hahahahah! Learn to take a joke man.

Anyways. I'll probably make the next chapter Nordics. I really like the idea. Til next time my lovely readers!